Behind The Door December? She made YOU passing the sill And closed the door - behind you It's hard to believe what you see... Everything and nothing Cannot describe with words Words of pain - or words of hope... You feel bashed and adored by your own creation That is now laughing about you About your will to live - and your will to die! You missed the point! Did not see that you brought her into being Being... being what? What you can't realize... But now YOU passed her sill And will never understand!